Black Thunder

Dogs were loose but the horses were tied Twisted trees watch scarecrows fly Hurricane lamps smashed in the wind There's a storm overhead, closing in Servants bit through chains then they fled Mistress won't get her breakfast in bed The earth slipped its moorings as the moon cracked a smile There's a storm on the wind in the whites of their eyes Pitchfork lightning strikes the ground Shadows march to the storm drum sound River swelled its banks breaking free A storm to raise the dead, finally Free at last!